Titus Andronicus

Titus Andronicus. The hunt is up, the morn is bright and grey,
The fields are fragrant and the woods are green:
Uncouple here and let us make a bay
And wake the emperor and his lovely bride
700And rouse the prince and ring a hunter's peal,
That all the court may echo with the noise.
Sons, let it be your charge, as it is ours,
To attend the emperor's person carefully:
I have been troubled in my sleep this night,
705But dawning day new comfort hath inspired.
[A cry of hounds and horns, winded in a peal. Enter]SATURNINUS, TAMORA, BASSIANUS, LAVINIA, DEMETRIUS,
CHIRON, and Attendants]
Many good morrows to your majesty;
710Madam, to you as many and as good:
I promised your grace a hunter's peal.

Saturninus. And you have rung it lustily, my lord;
Somewhat too early for new-married ladies.